The Lepper

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I have had a cold sore on my lip for just over a week now.

I look like the Elephant Man.....

Why is it life throws you a curve ball far too often?

Tonight I tried to leave work early, or at least on time. Failed that one. But I knew that last night I had planned ahead.

Yes CJ.....I'd planned something!

I roasted a chicken, potatoes and parsnips and steamed some baby leeks, carrots and broccoli. I set 2 plates full with the English fayre. At a rather late time of 10pm I sat down at my gorgeous granite kitchen table and ate my supper. I'd intended to use my best china and silver cutlery but was far too hungry to get it out. I'd have eaten it straight out of the pans if it wouldn't have scalded my fingers

It was scrummy

I did not stop until the plate was empty. Literally

The second plate was covered in tin foil and ushered into the fridge for tonight's dinner. (are there any health scares about tin (aluminum) foil?)

Knowing that the dinner was all ready and waiting for a 3 minute nuke in my microwave (yes I still remember the health scares with microwaves) I got itchy feet and just had to get home to set the microwave going and have 3 minutes to get undressed, hang my suit up (yes yes CJ, tidy tidy...), throw on my pj's on, take my make up off, don my slippers and rescue my supper.

First I had to stop off and get some milk.

Oh and a bar of chocolate.....

I stood in the queue and struggled with the clasp on my briefcase, whilst juggling the milk and chocolate. I felt harassed by me! I wanted to get to my purse so I could pay quickly and fly out to my roast dinner.

'Damn'

I drop the milk carton

'At least it didn't spill. Here'

OMIGOD

Gorgeous Guy (GGrrr) hands me the milk carton

You're gorgeous! Is my hair okay? Oooo, thank goodness I put on my make up today. Ahh, did I show my knickers went I bent down. Well at least they are my lucky ones. Oh no, I've got my late Grandmother's eternity ring on my wedding finger.

Yippee! He isn't wearing a wedding band.........

'oh, thank you'.

We make small talk, well he does, I kind of babble, until I get to the checkout. I pay, turn around and thank him again, walk slowly waiting for........ Well waiting for GGrrr to respond positively in some way

GGrrr smiles.

I smile back.

I go to my car, my mobile (cell) phone rings, I open the car door, drop shopping on back seat and grapple once again with the briefcase. I get to the phone just in time. It's Suzanne.

'How's things? What you doing for Easter?'

'Parentals at Easter but I've just encountered THE most gorgeous man in Tesco'

'What's he like? Where is he now? Did you ask him for a date?'

'No, with this cold sore he'll probably think I'm scuzzy'

'Darling just tell him you've got gential herpes, he'll probably think that anyway!'

'It's not the same strain'

'Let's see if he knows the difference. Oh go on you need a laugh!'

I shut the car door

'Look, I'm not going to tell him I've got gentital herpes'

I turn around to get into the car and GGrrr is standing there, with his shopping in a carrier bag.

SHIT

'My mistake'

GGrrr isn't smiling....

He walks away

'IT'S JUST A COLD SORE!'

Clearly no sense of humour .......or adventure.... guess that's the trouble with drop dead gorgeous folks....!